An unfamiliar male scent tangles with the deliciously irresistible fragrance I already know too well—flowers drenched in syrupy, decadent blood.
The realization hits like a punch to the throat.
Someone has been touching my flower.
Fuck.
Daisy.
What the fuck is she doing here again?
And a third night in a row?
Does she not have any self-preservation at all?
Angelo inhales deeply, his two lackeys following suit, and a low possessive growl rumbles out of my throat before I can stop it. Shit.
Shit.
Here she is, this time not wet at all, with some human pretty boy with his arm around her shoulders. She’s laughing at him in a familiar way, looking quite cozy, as if she lets him touch her like this often.
What.
The.
Fangy Fuck.
Fury like I’ve never felt before whips through me in a tsunami wave and I’m out of my chair and in front of the human before he even knows what hit him.
“Whoa, sorry man, didn’t see you there-–” My hand shoots out to grab his throat before he can utter another sound. The dark predator part of me enjoys the way he gurgles and his eyes widen in fear.
I lift him, making sure he can’t touch the ground, and watch with sick satisfaction as his face turns a deep shade of purple. A smirk spreads across my lips at the lovely aroma of fear.
This little shit will not be touching what’s mine again.
A small gasp sounds from my right and a wave of fresh flowers promising decadent blood hits me square in the face, making my eyes close and my nostrils flare. A pang of hunger starts low in my stomach but quickly morphs into something else, something more, as it travels lower.
A small hand grips my forearm where I have the puny purplish human by the throat and I open my eyes only to be ensnared by a brown gaze with purple flecks that has haunted my every moment in the last two days.
“Why did you come back again, Daisy Love?” I ask, my voice coming out in a low rumble, and the words distorted a bit with my fangs lengthening.
“Please let go of him.” Her voice is soft, like she’s afraid raising it may make me angry.
Oh, how little does she know.
I wonder for a second what this human is worth to her and what she’d be willing to bargain to have me let him live, but that’s not how I do business. That’s more of a dickface Angelo move.
Shit. Angelo. The slimeball is still here. And now he’s seen and scented my little daisy.
The human falls from my grasp as soon as I loosen my fingers and I turn back to where I left the asshat vampire and his lackeys. All three are now standing, their fangs in full display, nostrils flaring. Their sickly glowing red eyes are locked on Daisy. I shift my position, baring my fangs, making sure she’s behind me.
Fuck.
She smells too good.
She’ll be instant prey.
I hear the human boy coughing and wheezing beside her.
